the last telephone call

You are a voice
from a box now,
talking across
the distance,
some suspended
memory of you
keeps smiling
in my head,
I can pretend
I can hear
all that you say,
over the tears,
I can pretend
I can
switch you off,
and everything
will be dead

© SoulReserve 2017

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